Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 210

"Serenity After the Rain? It's right over there," the staff member pointed in a direction.

Clara understood, thanked him, and walked over to take a look.

The painting was displayed prominently in the center.

It was visible from the moment she approached.

Clara stood in front of the artwork, admiring it. Her own painting style actually leaned toward the bold and expressive, but deep down, she adored pieces that carried this aura of tranquility.

The piece before her was exactly that—a fresh, serene mountain forest after a rain. Everything was crystal clear, stripping away all worldly thoughts, radiating nothing but natural peace.

She loved it immensely.

Just then, a scoff sounded behind her. "Tsk. This painting is only a couple million dollars. If you like it, I'll buy it for you. How about it? Anything to win a smile from a beauty is worth the price!"

Clara froze, recognizing the voice instantly. She turned around and, sure enough, she had seen the owner of that voice before.

Chase Colter.

Except, why were there cuts all over his face? They looked pretty severe.

Chase stalked closer. Clad entirely in black, he exuded a sinister aura.

A predatory smirk played on his lips as he stared at her. "What do you say, Ms. Vance?"

He dragged out the syllables of 'Ms. Vance', his tone dripping with disdain. Beneath that, there was a faint, almost imperceptible viciousness.

Clara wasn't stupid; she heard it loud and clear.

She already had no desire to get involved with a spoiled rich heir like Chase. She coldly replied, "No need," and turned to leave.

Chase's expression iced over for a split second. He stepped forward and forcefully yanked her back.

"Ms. Vance, that's incredibly rude. I just want to be friends."

He claimed he wanted to be friends, yet his hand brazenly slid across her cheek.

It felt like the flick of a venomous snake's tongue. Clara shuddered, a full-body tremor wracking her frame.

She didn't want to stay a second longer. Pushing him away with all her strength, she pressed against the wall and warned him, her breathing ragged.

"Chase, this is a public place. If you keep doing this, I'm going to scream for help!"

Chase scoffed. "Scream, then. Let's see which blind fool in all of Capital City dares to touch me."

Clara's breath caught.

Clara fought back her panic and walked out of the exhibition hall, her legs giving out a few times along the way.

Outside, a mixture of rain and snow had begun to fall at some point. The ground was already slick, and the biting wind rustled against the freezing foliage with a harsh hissing sound.

Clara trembled uncontrollably. Wrapping her arms tight around herself, she quickly hailed a cab back home.

Chase strolled out of the hall right on her heels. His scarred face was far more sinister than the dreary, rain-soaked sky—a truly terrifying sight.

He stared in the direction her cab had disappeared and flashed a chilling smile. Looking down, he pulled out his phone and fired off another message to her:

[Have you ever played cat-and-mouse?]

When a cat wanted to torture a mouse to death, it would first bare its fangs or use its yowls to terrorize it. Once the mouse was paralyzed with fear, the cat would pounce, sinking its teeth into its fatal weak point for a lethal strike.

And in his eyes, Clara didn't even rank as a mouse. She was nothing but an ant—barely even a challenge to crush.

Hitting send, Chase broke into a satisfied grin. But the smile tugged painfully at the cuts on his face, instantly putting him in a foul mood!

If he hadn't been injured and bedridden the past few days, he wouldn't have bothered with these pathetic texts or sent someone to sabotage her pipes to scare her. He would have just made his move directly!

But, it wasn't too late now.

Just wait. He wasn't going to let her or that man off the hook.